a/n: at this point, Rory is around 5 months. I decided to push along the whole pregnancy thing cause there are some big things coming up...

CHAPTER TWELVE

COLIN

Steph, Finn, and I made sure that we saw Rory without Cameron at least once a week, it got harder the farther along she got in her pregnancy. Steph and I understood that for the most part and I think Finn did too, he just enjoyed acting like a child. Sometimes, during our lunches, Logan would tag along, like today. We all sat around the table sipping our coffee and talking. Rory had actually come on time today.

"I'm taking the rest of the day off and looking for a bigger place, ours is not even close to being big enough for 3, much less 4."

"Any location in particular?" Steph asked.

"I kinda want to stay in New York but maybe a little closer to Cammie's school."

"That's not too far." I said. I took notice to Logan placing his hand across Rory's back. It was a small gesture for anyone else, but for Logan, it meant a lot. We all knew that he was with her for more than what was growing inside her noticeable plump stomach. He was here for her.

"We'll help you move, Love, you don't need to lift heavy boxes." Finn volunteered Steph, him and me. I personally didn't mind, Rory could be in her 7th or 8th month by the time these two stubborn people agreed on a place, she wouldn't be able to get off the couch by herself if this pregnancy was anything like Cameron. But pregnancy and Rory always agreed with each other, she was beautiful with that healthy glow. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't in love with Rory, she was my best friend, I noticed things.

"Colin? You're not paying attention." Rory said and Steph nudged me back into reality.

"What? Sure I am." I made excuses for myself.

"Good, then will you do it?" Logan asked. I knew he knew I spaced out, everybody probably did.

"Uh, sure."

"Great, so you'll be in the delivery room with Rory? You know how I hate hospitals."

"What!" I asked loudly. No way, not a chance in hell was I going to play catcher. I heard the screams and threats coming from sweet Rory turned evil. That's all Logan.

"Don't mess with him Logan, we're going to look at apartments, do you want to come? Finn and Steph already said yeah."

"Sure. I'll call work."

RORY

"Oh my god. It's beautiful." I instantly fell in love with this apartment as soon as I opened the door. It was twice as big as ours now, and money really wasn't a problem.

"Come on Steph, let's look at the rooms." There were 4 rooms, all beautiful with hardwood floors. Steph and I walked through all of them, falling more in love with this place after every moment spend in it. Logan and I could make a home here.

"What do you think?" I asked the guys.

"It's too big." Logan said.

"No it's not."

"How close is Cammie's school?" Colin asked.

"Two blocks."

"Well, what do you think about it?"

"I love it." I stated proudly.

"You haven't even seen the kitchen yet." Logan commented.

"If it has room on the counter for a coffee machine and a toaster, I'll love it too."

Logan signed. "Let's fill out the papers." I smiled and flew into his arms. I had good feeling about this place, it already felt like home. We walked out about an hour later, Finn, Colin and Steph went in the opposite direction.

"It's perfect." I told him.

"I can tell you like it by the bruises on my chest."

"Look who decides to tease me."

"Come on; let's go back to the apartment."

"Good, my feet are killing me."

"Wanna call a cab?"

"Oh yes please." All I wanted was to go home, take a bath and sleep for a few hours. Logan hailed a cab. One pulled up a few minutes later. Once we got home, we sat down on the couch; I rested my legs over his lap and laid back. I doubt I would make it to that nap now, but I was completely content with where I was. I yawned and turned on the TV.

"Do when do you think we could move in?"

"As soon as they accept our application, which considering our families, it should take no time at all."

"Good, Cameron is going to love that place." I yawned again.

"Ok." He said, standing up and held his hand out to help me up. I was confused.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"That was the 2nd yawn in 2 minutes, you need a nap."

"No, really. I'm fine with just sitting on the couch watching TV."

"Nope." He pulled me up against me will. I had forgotten how strong he was.

"I guess I really don't have a choice." I laughed at him.

"Want to join me?" I asked, knowing it was my turn to be stubborn.

"Actually, I have some work to do." He picked up some papers and sat down. Ha, not a chance it was going to work like that. I took the papers out of his hands.

"Ace..." He stood up.

"You want the papers?" I said in my best French accent I knew drove him crazy. "You can come and get the papers." I walked quickly to our room, I heard him follow me and I bounced on the bed.

"Come on." I told him and he sat on the bed trying to get the papers. "No." I put them on the floor on the other side of the bed. He reached to get them but I stopped him by sitting on his waist, with one on either side.

"I have to work."

"Not right this second." I told him, playing with his hair. "You can keep me company for a little while." Much to my surprise, he turned me over, so I was lying on the bed, and if it wasn't for my stomach, he would have been on top of me. I kissed him, feeling him kiss me back. We went on like this for a couple of minutes.

"Are you sure you want your papers back?"

"You can keep them." He said, kissing me again. It was obvious where this was going.

"Good, I will." I told him, kissing him. We staying like this a while, perfectly content with just being with each other. It got more passionate as time went on and I wrapped my leg around his. I moaned. This was defiantly better than taking a nap. I felt little kicks against my stomach and I pulled apart from Logan and started to laugh.

"Ace?" Logan questioned.

"He slash she is kicking." I told him, I laughed even harder when his hand flew to my stomach.

"Stop laughing Ace, I want to feel." I tried to eventually stop. I lay still as he felt then he started to laugh like I did, a full bellied laugh.

"Great way to kill the mood." I joked, getting up.

"Where are you going?" He sat up.

"I have to pee." I left the room but not before I watched him fall back on the bed.